Stayed up all night.
The next day, she didn't eat. Skipped breakfast, skipped lunch, skipped dinner too.
The servant went to Hunter's study several times, not knowing how the two of them had quarreled again. "Sir, you and madam haven't eaten anything all day..."
Hunter got up, opened the door to the master bedroom, and saw a lump on the bed.
He came to the window, sat by her bed, "Get up and have something to eat."
Lena closed her eyes, only half of her face showing.
He turned around and left.
She thought she would have a whole day of peace and quiet, but soon enough, the sound returned and the smell of porridge wafted to her nose.
He stood by her bed and said, "If you don't eat, I'll feed you with my mouth."
Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly got up.
Hunter's tense expression gradually relaxed, but the next second, she saw her take out that dagger and hold it against her own neck.
The bowl in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his pupils shrank sharply.
All things reflecte
